All Chapters of I Want A Divorce: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

JOHNSONMy knuckles were still throbbing when I pushed through the door to the sick bay corridor, the satisfying ache reminding me of the moment my fist had connected with Lucas's smug face. The bastard was now detained by ship security with what was going to be a spectacular black eye, and I'd made damn sure they understood he wasn't to be released under any circumstances until we docked and real authorities could take over.Edward's frantic call had come through while I'd been in the middle of making sure Lucas stayed down, his voice filled with panic and concern. Sera went overboard. Lucas pushed her. Darius jumped in after her.I'd left Lucas bleeding on the deck and ran.Now I stood in this too-bright corridor catching my breath, my heart still racing with the kind of fear that made my hands shake. Sera was...everything to me, one of the few people in this world I trusted completely, and some drunk asshole had almost killed her.The sick bay door was partially open and I could se

DARIUSI had a meeting with a law firm that became top priority after making sure that Cathy was settled and Sera got home safely. The conference room was all polished wood and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, but I couldn't focus on the view. My attention stayed locked on the three lawyers sitting across from me, their expressions carefully neutral as they laid out Lucas's charges."Assault and battery, reckless endangerment, and we're pushing for attempted manslaughter," Michael Chen, my lead attorney, tapped his pen against the legal pad in front of him. "The evidence is solid—multiple witnesses, security footage, the victim's injuries.""What about his family?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. "Have they tried to interfere?"Michael exchanged a glance with his colleagues. "Lucas's father contacted us yesterday. He's offering to settle out of court, asking us to drop the criminal charges in exchange for a substantial payment to Miss Jennings."My jaw clenched s

SERATwo weeks had passed since the cruise and I still woke up some nights gasping for air, feeling water close over my head. But tonight I had a different reason for the anxiety twisting through my stomach as I stood outside the Smith family home with a bottle of wine I'd probably paid too much for clutched in slightly sweaty hands.Johnson opened the door before I could knock, his smile bright but his shoulders carrying tension I recognized immediately."You look terrified," he observed, taking the wine and ushering me inside."I'm not terrified," I lied, smoothing down my dress for the third time. "Just... mildly panicked."The house was beautiful in that understated way wealth often presented itself, it had high ceilings, warm lighting as well as art that pulled me in. Johnson led me through a hallway lined with family photos that I tried not to stare at too obviously, but I caught glimpses of a younger Johnson with gap-toothed grins and scraped knees.The dining room opened up b

SERADr. Harrison had asked for a bit of time while we waited in the office right next to the VIP room where Monica was being kept. Then a few minutes later, a pale faced Monica walks in with the assistant of a nurse and her IV drip being rolled behind her. Steve stood immediately, giving her his seat, dragging another from the corner and looking even more confused than I was at Dr. Harrison. What exactly did he have to say that required Monica's presence in the room? A feeling of dread settled in my stomach, making my mouth taste like ash. Dr. Harrison's earlier words hung in the air like smoke, thick and suffocating."I...don't understand what you meant. Could you elaborate please?" I finally managed, my voice sounding distant and strange to my own ears. "A genetic match means I could donate, right? That's what you're saying?""It means more than that." Dr. Harrison adjusted his glasses, his expression settling into something that looked uncomfortably like pity. "The compatibility

SERAEdward's invitation came through text on a quiet Thursday afternoon when the apartment walls felt like they were closing in on me.Edward Lancaster: (Dinner at my place Saturday? Sophie's been asking about Luna. I make a mean spaghetti carbonara. Well, decent at least.) I stared at the message for longer than necessary, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. Part of me knew this wasn't smart—getting close to Darius's closest friend while everything in my life felt like it was spinning out of control. Monica's messages sat unanswered in my inbox. Johnson's calls went to voicemail. The transplant surgery loomed in January like a deadline I couldn't escape.But Luna had been cooped up with me for days now, absorbing my anxious energy like a sponge, and she deserved better than a mother who couldn't stop thinking about families she'd never had and mothers who'd given up searching.Me: (We'd love to come), I typed back before I could change my mind.Saturday arrived with pale winter su